This year
That aligns
Came from love
I can almost touch
It's good to know
And good to see you
Like it always was
Don't give me math
Beginning to seep through
What I saw at last
This year
I don't even wanna know
What's beneath the Christmas cheer
Brain is the source of self
And Mars is the source of power
I long
Long to exalt you now
You six dimensional
Six minerals
I won't forget
Staying psychically tethered
To what was already gone
Where ever I survive
And make surpassing natural
To wave
Away
The dust
Whatever you combine
To reach by casting astral
Thought waves
That make
Us touch